Slightly mad

For some strange, unknown reason, I'm feeling really, really angry.

Sigh. Anger is uncool. Un-gnarley. Dang. I hate the subconscious mind. It sucks. If I were to be angry, I should at least know why.

I gotta relax and take a breather. Gotta keep my cool. Nothing to be angry about, Hajer. I mean, seriously. There isn't anything.

But if everything is so dandy, why am I upset? Why do I feel like crying and breaking the innocent walls around me? Is it because of change? Well, I do hate change. Dang. No matter how hard I try, I still hate it. I need to love change. Change should be a glorious, healthy phenomenon. I gotta stop hatin'. Hate is bad. I hate hate.

Hmmm. Well, maybe I'm mad because I have to write an essay. I do hate essay writing, especially without Inspiration. That may be worth being upset.

Nah.

I think I'm mad because.. because everyone in the world is moving. so quickly. and I'm still here.. waiting. wanting.

I'm mad because I'm jealous.

Dang. I want to move. I need to move.

Gotta move lah. Gotta move now. Bye!